Life

Watching your husband be shaved

There is something magical about the process of a shave.
A pleasure I never knew until I met him
In the backlit of jazz
In the cozy den of a corner store
Aftershave and cologne fill the air
The barber works with intensity and passion
Detail submerged in his art
Your husband, covered in cream like Santa Claus
Yet, in his eyes, a deep eternal sense of satisfaction
The process itself is intoxicating
Invigorating
You relive your husband from different angles as he turns his head
And in the silence, you fall in love with him again
Oh, Harry’s corner store!
How many love stories you’ve created!

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